Get Committed (I.P)

I am walking down the black hall

My arms and feet are bound, I cannot move. They are crowding around me, towering over me. Under their putrid breath they mutter to each other. One of them raises an arm ushering a heavy silence into the room. They are waiting. As it lowers its hand I see something glint in the darkness, a blade. With great care it places the blade at the edge of my hairline. They are waiting. It proceeds to drag the blade across my scalp.  I try to turn my neck, move my head away, but it is futile. I cannot move. From the corner of my eye I strands of hair intermingled with chunks of my flesh fall onto the ice white floor. They have begun.

Behind each door lurks silence

I fix my gaze on the ornate light fitting that protrudes from the ceiling above me. I must not acknowledge them. I must concentrate. Focus. For a brief second the razor catches. My gaze holds steady. Let them take all they can from me; one thing I will never give them is the gratification of seeing my pain. That is mine to suffer alone. With an unstoppable zeal they continue to scrape the cold razors edge back and forth across my skull. As warm pulse of blood trickles down behind my ear, I can’t…I relent and let my eyes fall shut. I shall not cry. No, I will not let them bear witness to my unravelling, however inevitable that may be.

No answer to my call.

Cold hands are grasping at my face. Twisting and pulling at my jaw they force their rotting fingers into my mouth. The vile taste of their decay spreads through me. They pull out what remains of my tongue, parched & cracked, and on it place one of their round bitter pills. I wretch. I can feel the grey bile rising in my throat. I begin to choke. Is this it?

Am I the only one remaining?

Panic spreads through them. Out of luck or intention, I do not know, one of them manages to turn my head. I splutter and gasp as the grey drains away from me.  They have stepped away from me. Something has scared them.  I have scared them.  My life has power.

Are there no others left at all?